A softer sin.
Could I be happier?
Probably, but not by much.
I've got my boy back. He wanted me back, and I didn't think that was possible. Not after everything, not after the most recent shit. But he did, and so there I am. It's proven on various parts of my body. His too. There you have it.
Fuck, I don't even know what to say about it. I'm pretty much speechless over it. I thought I'd come back and ramble on about everything and be some annoying little school boy, but I can't even form the words. First time in a long time I haven't come to this thing to bitch about one thing or another, and that feels pretty damn good. Only thing I could feel to complain about is that fucking plant ... but, at this point, even that plant isn't bothering me too much. Give it a few weeks, and I'm sure that'll change.
Two very enthusiastic thumbs up for fornicating on the couch that Lavender sits on to meditate and achieve inner peace.
Dad's been owling me quite a bit lately, going on and on about how proud he is of me and my work, and how he's finally feeling as if he's got himself a son he can feel proud to introduce to people. Mmm, what the fuck? Obviously he doesn't know I'm a queer, and that most of the money he sends me goes to buying makeup and girls jeans. My work? What? What the hell does he think I've been upto? I've really gotten up to just about fuck all in this place for ages and I thi
This is Draco, now. Cael's glaring at me from the floor so this is going to have to be quick.
We're going out for dinner, and we've got a hotel room. Think of that as you will, consolidate all those nice dirty little thoughts, and multiply them by two to get what we'll be up to. So Lavender, your precious couch is safe for another 24 hours.
Probably, but not by much.
I've got my boy back. He wanted me back, and I didn't think that was possible. Not after everything, not after the most recent shit. But he did, and so there I am. It's proven on various parts of my body. His too. There you have it.
Fuck, I don't even know what to say about it. I'm pretty much speechless over it. I thought I'd come back and ramble on about everything and be some annoying little school boy, but I can't even form the words. First time in a long time I haven't come to this thing to bitch about one thing or another, and that feels pretty damn good. Only thing I could feel to complain about is that fucking plant ... but, at this point, even that plant isn't bothering me too much. Give it a few weeks, and I'm sure that'll change.
Two very enthusiastic thumbs up for fornicating on the couch that Lavender sits on to meditate and achieve inner peace.
Dad's been owling me quite a bit lately, going on and on about how proud he is of me and my work, and how he's finally feeling as if he's got himself a son he can feel proud to introduce to people. Mmm, what the fuck? Obviously he doesn't know I'm a queer, and that most of the money he sends me goes to buying makeup and girls jeans. My work? What? What the hell does he think I've been upto? I've really gotten up to just about fuck all in this place for ages and I thi
This is Draco, now. Cael's glaring at me from the floor so this is going to have to be quick.
We're going out for dinner, and we've got a hotel room. Think of that as you will, consolidate all those nice dirty little thoughts, and multiply them by two to get what we'll be up to. So Lavender, your precious couch is safe for another 24 hours.